which part yall goin' with?
There was a snitch on the block getting nikkas knocked
So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
I know this crackhead who said she got to smoke nice rock
And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information
Keeps large nikkas erasin' and their wives basin'
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta
Drinking Moets, holding TEC's
Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks
Winning gunfights with mega-cops
But just a nikka walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have nikkas undressin'
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six nikkas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five nikkas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four nikkas still hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nikka ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shyt
Fake shyt -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted, what a fukkin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?